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Boun. Live here, And be my lord's friend; and thy sports shall vary A thousand ways; Invention shall beget Conceits, as curious as the thoughts of Change Can aim at.
Hum. Trifles! Progress o'er the year Again, my Raybright; therein, like the Sun, As he in Heaven runs his circular course, So thou on earth run thine; for to be fed With stale delights, breeds dulness and contempt: Think on the Spring.
Ray. She was a lovely virgin.
Win. My royal lord ! Without offence, be pleased but to afford me To give you my true figure; do not scorn My age, nor think, 'cause I appear forlorn, I serve for no use: 't is my sharper breath Does purge gross exhalations from the earth; My frosts and snows do purify the air From choking fogs, make the sky clear and fair: And though by nature cold and chill I be, Yet I am warm in bounteous charity; And can, my lord, by grave and sage advice, Bring you to the happy shades of paradise. Ray. That wonder! Oh, can you bring me
thither? Win. I can direct and point you out a path.,
Hum. But where's the guide ? Quicken thy spirits, Raybright; I'll not leave thee: We'll run the self-same race again, that happiness; These lazy, sleeping, tedious Winter's nights Become not noble action.
Blood, a dancer, in a watchet-coloured (i. e. a pale blue) suit.
PHLEGM, a physician, an old man; his doublet white and black; trunk hose.
MelANCHOLY, a musician ; his complexion, hair, and clothes black;' alute in his hand. He is likewise an amorist.
For further information on this subject the reader is referred to Archdeacon Nares's valuable glossary, under the words Elements and Humours.
Ray. To the Spring
Sun. Wanton Darling, look,
Omnes. Gracious lord !
No sickness of contagion, no grim death